APPLE You have the glorious glowing hue that makes my appetite moisten. It is the great scarlet of romance. The familiar green of the plants; that grant all beings life. Or the golden sheen of the leaves of fall; bringing warm memories of family times. The texture of your flesh is that of a soft and fibrous entity. Your taste can be as sweet as a gentile rain or sour as typhoon’s wrath. Your juice is that of an elixir of life for it brings nourishment to all. Your core has the potential of being a disappointment in your pleasures. Though in your core lays the seeds; the true creator of life, a deity in its own way. Though there is such greatness inside your beauty, when I catch you, you sound hollow.
You have the glorious glowing hue that makes my appetite moisten.
It is the great scarlet of romance.
The familiar green of the plants; that grant all beings life.
Or the golden sheen of the leaves of fall; bringing warm memories of family times.
The texture of your flesh is that of a soft and fibrous entity.
Your taste can be as sweet as a gentile rain or sour as typhoon’s wrath.
Your juice is that of an elixir of life for it brings nourishment to all.
Your core has the potential of being a disappointment in your pleasures.
Though in your core lays the seeds; the true creator of life, a deity in its own way.
Though there is such greatness inside your beauty, when I catch you, you sound hollow.